You know? Honestly, one doesn't
wish to rub it in, but can any-
one reasonably suppose that if
Walt Whitman had witnessed this
Republican foundering, he'd be
lauding its captain? So let one
put it another way. Can anyone
remember a day, in the last few
score, of the slightest coherent
direction of this pirated ship?
And this sort of counts, if a
guess may be hazarded, where
incoherency is so celebrated.
This is a government devoted
to our entertainment, by a
somewhat nauseatingly diurnal
reinvention of its identity.
It totally defies discovery.
A ritual flurry of thrilling
orders, a blustering storm of
tweets, a furtive resort to
the television, and so to bed.
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